The explosion didn't come as expected, and the police officers under him had no intention of taking any risk to go further, plus the hapless reporter had been standing by with a pen on record.

Sergeant Potter had no choice but to stand still and stare at the workers' pickets.

There is still a stalemate here, and some people on the rooftop not far away can't hold it anymore.

"What is Potter up to?"

The governor looked in the direction of the square.

From their direction, they could only vaguely see Hawley standing on the caravan and the crowd around him.

The planned police did not show up in the square, let alone arrest and disperse the crowd.

The people in the square were still staring at their young leader.

The applause rang out in the square for a long time.

"Get Herman for me!" The governor whispered to his entourage.

The entourage hurried away.

A moment later, Heilmann came up the stairs.

He has been in the neighborhood since the beginning of the parade.

When the governor saw Heilman coming, he snapped his finger at him, and then led him to a corner of the rooftop, and asked in a deep voice:

"What's going on with you and your people?"

"Mr. Governor, something may have gone wrong, uh, the person I was looking for maybe, cowardly"

Heilman replied.

He's in as bad a state as eating.

After so many years in the industry, he rarely looks at people, but the experience of these two days has made him doubt his career.

First of all, the one named Hanif, after taking his own money, there was no follow-up.

The person in charge of a state of the dignified border detective agency, who was slapped to the end, actually stayed in the original unit with a dead face, do you still want a face?

And then there is the undercover agent named Bowen, who gritted his teeth when talking to himself, looking like he wanted to be generous and righteous, saying "Looking at the world, there is no GM that does not bleed, if you want to bleed, start with me!" ”

As a result, at the critical moment, no shadow was seen.

Who are the Border Detective Agency's recruits? How did they get this big?

"I shouldn't have been in charge of this matter, and if it weren't for Brannan's unassuming bastard, I wouldn't have come up to you at all."

The governor's face was grim and he glanced at Heilman fiercely.

"Listen, if I don't see those bastards in the square being arrested in half an hour, you and Brannan will get out of California for me! Do you understand? ”

Heileman didn't dare to refute, turned around and hurried downstairs.

The governor let out a breath and walked to the railing on the side of the rooftop.

He and the merchants around him were now all focused on the square opposite.

No one noticed that there was one person missing from the rooftop.

After Heilman went downstairs, Chen Jianqiu also walked down.

Heilman hurried towards the square with two Pinkerton detectives.

They came to the bottom of an apartment.

Sheriff Potter's shouting came from the next street.

"You stay on the first floor, don't let anyone in." After the sheriff gave instructions to the two subordinates, he walked towards the second floor.

There were several apartments on the second floor, and Heilman walked briskly to the door of one of them.

He took two wires out of his pocket, swirled them in the keyhole a few times, opened the door and walked in.

There was no one in the room, which saved him some trouble.

Heilman walked briskly to the window.

He lifted a crack in the curtain and looked through the slit.

The window of this apartment faces the scene of the confrontation between the police and the workers' pickets.

The officers were all dejected, their guns were almost unstable, and Sheriff Potter was helpless, standing in front of his officers, scolding the street.

"You bastards, do you have the ability to try it for me?"

The sheriff scolded as he stared at the movement on the other side.

He had exhausted all his courage.

At the slightest sign of movement, Potter fell to his stomach or burrowed into the crowd behind him.

However, the workers did not react as if they had been trained.

There is no backlash, no scolding and confrontation.

Duncan's expression was indifferent, but his finger was always close to the trigger of the revolver.

Heilman took a deep breath.

It's time to give the people below a pick-me-up.

He pushed the window open with his left hand, reached his waist with his right hand, and his eyes fell on Potter's.

Heilman prepares to give the sheriff a shot in the non-lethal part.

Arms, or thighs.

At this distance, there is no reason for me to miss, but if this unlucky guy is hit in the bone or infected by the wound, it is none of his business.

The barrel of the revolver sticks out of the window and is aimed at Sergeant Porter.

Just as Heilman was engrossed and ready to pull the trigger.

He suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

It was a feeling of impending danger.

This is his famous skill in the West for so many years, and it is also one of the secrets of his previous success at Pinkerton Detective Agency.

This talent is not available to everyone.

From the reflection of the window glass, Heilman suddenly saw a man emerge from the shadows, a knife striking at him.

The detective dodged the knife sideways and turned the muzzle of the gun in his hand to shoot the assailant behind him.

For an old man in his fifties, he is fast enough, and if he were a little younger, he might be even faster.

Chen Jianqiu's first blow missed.

His attacks rarely miss, especially the first hit.

However, he did not pause in his movements, and the palm of his sword was retracted in the air, turning into a claw, and grabbing it towards Heilman's hand holding the gun.

Chen Jianqiu moved extremely fast, and came first.

Before Heilman could react, his hand and gun were firmly grasped by the other party.

He wanted to pull the trigger, but found that Chen Jianqiu's middle finger had already grabbed his finger, making him unable to move.

The corners of Chen Jianqiu's mouth rose slightly, and his index finger suddenly exerted force, knocking on the wheel bullet nest.

As if it had been hit by a hammer, the whole nest flew out, slammed into the floor of the apartment with a "bang", and rolled out of the way.

Heilman was completely stupid.

His Colt is a single-action revolver, unlike Chen Jianqiu's one that has been modified, the runner can be bounced to the side, and its runner is fixed to the gun.

This gun has been with him for a long time, it is sturdy and durable, but now it is like a toy in Chen Jianqiu's hands.

It was only a moment of distraction, and a sharp dagger was already on Heilman's neck.

"Boss Chen, good skills."

Heilman was subdued, sighed, and a few words popped out of his mouth.

"I mean, why are Brannanga's servants so old?"

Chen Jianqiu held a dagger in one hand around Heilman's neck, and with the other hand began to pull out a gun from Heilman's body.

In addition to the one that was destroyed by Chen Jianqiu just now, there was one in the boots and one in the clothes.

"Is Bowen also controlled by you?" Heilman asked.

"Can I choose not to answer your question?" Chen Jianqiu stuffed the gun into his pocket and pouted at the door of the room.

Heilman was escorted out the door by Chen Jianqiu, and then went down the stairs to the first floor.

In the corner of the corridor on the first floor, he saw the two subordinates who were letting off the wind for him, both sitting on the ground against the wall.

Heilman closed his eyes.

This kind of skill, he has not encountered in the west for decades.

His fate should be the same as the two people in the corner.

However, he waited for a while, and the dagger did not go through his throat.

Someone was tying his hands with ropes.

When Heilman opened his eyes, he saw that the man with the dagger had become Hanif, whom he was familiar with, and the man who was tying his hands was a young man he did not know.

And Chen Jianqiu has long since disappeared.

Heilman didn't speak, and looked at Hanif with disdain in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that!" Hanif didn't care about Heilman's eyes at all, "You should feel honored that the head of the Border Detective Agency's California department personally tied the rope for you." ”

Downey finished tying the rope and pulled it twice to see if it was strong enough, then straightened up and smiled at Heilman.

"Let's go, the platforms on the other side of the square are all set up, wait for him to play."

Hanif said.

(End of chapter)